Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Bovember 13, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

Sunday, November 13, 2005 09:35PM

tumbling breeze over the canyon laughs. the yellow hum of a day done as the night filters through it. the strands are soft and brittle falling from rigid skin. a bold pucker collects the dosage. an empty stomach samples its medicine.

the chest echoes. the lungs murmur. in a bid to speak thoughts unworded.

fingers tease a cool, smooth grip. she pokes her head inside and sees what it is she wants.

it looks back at her and says something she doesn't understand.

islands are as islands must. surrounded on all sides and yet always alone.